Ankle

First, lovely ankles, beautiful dreams

My mother gave birth to me and gave me a pair of sound and lovely ankles. Turning over the old album, a happy warmth rushed into my heart. I was not yet full of years old, barefooted, holding the railing on the bed, standing rickety, occasionally taking a few steps, the legs bent into the shape of a frog, the outer edge of the ankle first landed, but the soles of the feet I couldn't kiss the soft quilt, my mother looked at my lovely ankle, and smiled happily for a long time.

I often listened to my mother. When I was under the age of one, my neighbor’s aunt looked at my ankle and kept moving in bed. I advised my mother to put me on the ground to see if I could walk like a grown-up child. The mother was a little worried, but with full hope, looking forward to the miracle moment.

When the ankles touched the ground, I was like a bird trapped in a cage. Suddenly I met with a free patron, flicking a few wings and flying to the vast blue sky. The earth is the blue sky, my ankles are tender wings, and the distance is the warm embrace of the mother. I am swaying and swaying on the ground and running a small step. I think, at that moment, just the moment I took the first step in my life, my mood was such joy, freedom, and comfort. I looked at it. My mother, who was welcoming me, was even excited. While sprinting, she gave a silver bell-like laugh. When she walked into her mother’s arms, her mother’s bright smile seemed to infect me. I looked like a soaring chick. The mother smiled happily and screamed with excitement.

Every time I recalled my long ankles and long fingers, my mother said proudly, "I knew that my daughter was a material for athletes." Years like the wind, blowing my sports career. In the school playground, when the teacher's whistle sounded, I was like a string of arrows, the moment the toes touched the ground, there was a force of birth, pushing my elongated body to the end.

On the runway, a hundred meters sprint, everyone cheers; on the long jump pool, leaping and leaping, shouting; swimming pool, frog-style turn, no effort. A golden medal, a first national anthem, and a piece of exhilarating joy. This is my glory, this is a dream that is unattainable but full of hope.

The waves of the years rushed to the sea, the sound of the waves remained, but they could not escape the clutches of destiny.

Second, the bad luck of the ankle, the bottom of life

I don't know what the reason is. When I suddenly walked on the road, I felt that my right foot was difficult to control. It can run, but it makes me fall many times on the way to work; it can walk, but my right foot is so tired; it can go up and down the stairs, but it makes me struggle.

Looking around for a doctor, the doctor waved his head. Exhaustion of remedies, in vain. Actively exercise and receive the strange vision of the world.

My father found the peach leaves for me, took off the leaves, threw the branches, dried them under the sun, flipped them from time to time, put them in the medicine, simmered for half an hour, and drunk warmly, it seems that the feet have improved. .

My father found wormwood for me, washed it, cooked it for ten minutes, took a big basin after taking a bath, poured seventy degrees of medicinal water into the basin, sat with a stool, and pressed the entire thigh and foot in the basin. On the side, let the steam of the syrup slowly penetrate my skin and nerves, and finally put the whole foot into the syrup, hoping that the effectiveness of wormwood will bring the unlucky foot back to life.

My father found Tian Qi for me, shredded, ground into powder, poured vinegar, knead into a dough shape, wrapped in gauze, tied with knots, divided into two or three bags, and steamed in an iron pan for half an hour. The time is up, the lid is opened, and the smell of Tianqi and vinegar comes pungent. When it is hot, it is hot on the right foot, and the right foot is red and red.

My father took me to Dongguan and asked the well-known private doctor to give me a massage. Each acupuncture point is very hard, rubbing some of the doctor's own potion, so I can't help but scream, from time to time, my feet are stretched and stretched, and I flee from the doctor's acupuncture.

One year, two years, three years, I drank the medicine, applied powder, and ordered a hole, but it did not improve significantly. My father still did not give up hope, let me wear a flat rubber shoes at home to practice normal walking, told me to lose weight, urged me to ride a bicycle on the campus, coordinate the whole body, exercise foot strength.

Because of this damn foot, I lost my job, lost the power to walk and lost, and lost the opportunity to swim in the mountains.

My heart has been hurting, I have been bleeding, I have been crying! Gradually, I was already blind, and without any hope, I was lying on the bed, my eyes were dull looking at the ceiling, my tears were spinning in my eyes, my mood was low, my heart was breeding a dark vortex, and my soul was swallowed up.

Third, regain confidence and walk forward

I simply escaped and trapped me in a sorrowful cage. I rode the car, came to the grass in the middle area, sat by the tree, the autumn wind caressed my face and evoked my confused thoughts.

I can't figure out how to get rid of it. How can I accommodate such a bitter face in this quiet campus? I tried, looking for an unknown answer.

I looked and watched, on the opposite side of the square, a mother was in the distance, waiting for her toddler son to pluck her generous embrace. The young child swayed and stretched out the tender little hand. His expression was like a little old man who was greatly cramped. His eyebrows were crumpled and he cried, "Well, um," so he wanted to catch something, but he There is nothing to do.

The woman patted the palm of her hand, whispering in her mouth, her eyes full of sparkling expectations. The young child was anxiously licking his little feet, and his expression was more and more ugly. I guess he must not be put into the arms of his mother. He didn’t know why, and he squeezed a sweat for him.

The woman still hasn't changed. She takes out a small ball from her backpack, which is red and elastic. When she falls to the ground, she will bounce.

Perhaps, this ball attracted the young boy's gaze and pulled him away from the nature of weak dependence. He walked two steps in a stupid way, his hands still extending in the direction of his mother, his eyes on his mother and red ball. Kneeling.

The woman suddenly threw the red ball away, I guess, where is the young boy going? The woman opened the most beautiful smile, patted the palm of her hand and said, "Baby, come on!" The red and bright ball bounced and fell to the edge of the square.

In the end, with the encouragement of the woman, the young boy successfully walked to the mother's side and into the mother's arms. Suddenly, the young child struggled to break away from the woman's arms, looked around, and finally stood in the direction of the red ball, trying to take the pace, but again struggling.

At this point, some emotions are in my heart. When I was a child, my mother’s love made my ankle run. When I grew up, when my ankle could not walk normally, it was my father’s insistence that I rode my bicycle and came to the lush land of the campus. The existence of hope. I finally realized that because of the love of my parents, I was able to run on the vast land to feel the glory of running, and to see the scene in the square in despair.

Now growing up, I can’t always rely on my mother, the red ball, my new goal, my new hope, the sorrow in sorrow, the search for new sustenance in suffering, and the search for new goals in my confusion, no matter Whether my feet can be improved, my mood changes, my hopes for persistence and persistence are the pursuit of my life.

At this point, I was running, using my broken ankle.